They had called for a party. All dressed up in best clothes, wore party caps and gathered there at sharp eight.
I looked at each of them and saw how nice they looked. They smiled and nodded when our eyes met. Some of them I saw for the first time, maybe they were new comer, or I had simply not noticed them. There were few who were missing.
I knew it was my last day there. My doctors had given up on me and as per my last wish; the hospital had organized a party for all fellow cancer patients.
This post is written on the prompt "I knew it was my last day there".
I intended to write a happy post, but in the end, dedicated it to young cancer patients. This is a piece of fiction.
